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[of which I couldn’t really care about]

OK, so it has been an admitedly long time since my last post
and this is not through lack of trying as I have gone to write
things for this blog during time and just ended up closing the
tab without actually saving the draft of the hundred or so
words that I had just written. Which I guess is the digital
likeness of throwing paper in the bin after spending ages
trying  to write something. Although this is more eco-friendly.

And it’s not even confined to the post editor that WordPress gives
you. I have even been writing notes [very long notes] in my phone
which are the outlines of blog ideas and on one or two entire posts,
and it was while looking back through these notes that I saw one
that I decided I was actually going to write about. It wasn’t an entire
blog entry but only a title.

‘Getting Bored Of The Fact That The Only People I Kiss
Recently I Don’t Actually Care About’

And it’s true, for at least a couple of months now it seems that the
only people I’ve kissed or done anything with I have absolutely
no feelings towards in that sense. I don’t ‘nothing’ them, but I
don’t feel any spark. And that’s not to say I haven’t felt the spark
but nothing happens with those people. And trust me, constantly
kissing people you have no romantic connection to is very boring.

Another thing that seems to be happening more recently
than it  did before is the fact that I’d have to say about
80-90% of them I don’t even know there names and most
of those I find hard to envision their face in my mind. It
kind of reminds me of the Brand New song Millstone.  Ah
well, I am hoping this will change, but the point of this
post was just to write something, to be able to say to
myself that I was actually putting my thoughts and feelings
back into this blog. And I have. :]

In the meantime before I figure out what to write about next or
indeed how to word what it is I’ve already written [albeit in note
form] enjoy this photograph of my looking ridiculously happy in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Wales.

Apart from what I mentioned above, it’s actually quite fun
here.

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Yeah that’s right. Tourist as fuck.

[another love haiku]

Sitting with my book
Waiting at the train station
I look up, your there

[on a train, with decent conversation]

Nowadays I live a good ten minute bus
ride from where I work, i get up, roll out
of bed and boom I’m at work [well not
literally, but you get the idea]

But this was not always so, I used to
live a good two hours from work. This
includes train times and buses [and the
waiting] and usually I would go to sleep
on the train and be happy when I woke
up at my appropriate station.

Only once or [at a push] three times
waking up three stations too late. Now
this just popped into my head but I didn’t
fall asleep all the time and most of these
times I was bored, my music the only thing
keeping me company and watching the same
stations approach day in and day out.

[why not choose a different line you ask?
well I was on a schedule and I didn’t wanna
fuck it up]

So one time it was worse than usual, with the
ability to randomly make myself go to sleep
lost and my iPod battery dead [I had fell asleep
listening to it the night before, a habit I don’t
believe I will ever grow out off].

I was forced to just sit there, and as I was
staring out of the window, noticing a burnt
out car aside the track. And I actually wrote
a poem in my notepad, it went like this;

I’m on the train, still
The fun has worn off
And the sheen has become dull

I wrote this poem in my notepad [it’s
not that great a poem, but I was quite
bored at the time and had nothing for
inspiration, ok, excuses over, back to
the story]my ears pinged as they had
caught attention to a conversation
happening on the group of seats to my left.

Now all I remember is that it was two old
gentlemen and they were dressed in ragidy
[spelling] clothes. They discussed all manner
of subjects to the state of the UK to how
they had felt about their lives. But it was the
last thing that one of them said that actually
hit me in a strange way. So much so, that I
actually got out my notepad to jot it down.

Now at this point the train had got to Dartford
station and one of the old gentlemen got up

“See you later Les, take care”

“It’s a bit late for that”

“Yeah…”

And like I said at that moment I got my
pencil out and wrote it in my notepad.
Now to hear an old man say this was
actually quite depressing in all honesty.

It popped in my head cause I was flicking
through my notepad, funny the randoms it
contains.